21st March! World Poetry Day!

So today is the International Poetry Day. I got to know about the existence of such a day after I logged into facebook today.

I used to think I am quite a Poetry Stud (I don't think something like that exists! Judge me again) at school before I got to know others, quite a reality check that. Then came other this' and thats.

Yesterday we had a small communication practice at the German class where we were asked to introduce ourselves using the 5-6 points given to us. The last point being hobby. And I had no idea what to say. So what exactly is my hobby? Watching tv? Sleeping? Reading? Chatting? Surfing net? Painting? WHAT? I mean, I do none of these with the passion that one needs to pursue ones hobby with. In fact, I do nothing ever. Useless? Aimless? Boring? Yes I am and you are not welcome if you are here to judge me.

I thought I would say watching the rain or something more vague, thinking or, dreaming. By the time my turn came, I said writing. I just knew the German of writing. Hence. Counter question from the teacher being, writing what? And Ma'am gave me the German of story and because I asked, Deutsch of poetry too.

 And since she did. And since I somehow still am extremely proud of all that I wrote, and since I have a condition called I Complex eating my head these days, and also since today is World Poetry Day, I post the last line of a poem I wrote in 2007! Those were the days when I used to weave my stories :')

Don't judge me. Or maybe, do what you feel like.

"...
Will you always hold my hand
Even if I fail (you) in life's game?
Will you remember all these promises
When things will not be the same?"

-14th of September 2007
12:20 am

Cloud Story

Once upon a time, not too long ago, there were two clouds. Since they had difficult cloud names and we are stupid kids, let’s call them, Cloud A and Cloud B.

So soon after being born as the most beautiful things ever, they were appreciated and loved by all. They together went for strolls all around the world. They were light and carefree. They looked at the world from far above and were deciding which way to channelize their lives.

‘I liked the green all around. It attracts me deeply’ said Cloud B with love. He had never seen a prettier site. Cloud A agreed to the wholeness and beauty of the green lands. Who would not want to complement such beauty? Cloud B said ‘so let’s start our journey back to the green parts of the earth and spend the rest of our lives with happy togetherness?’  Cloud A looked worried.

‘What is it mate?’ Cloud B enquired ‘Do you not want the beauty and the whole?’
‘ Indeed I do. But that greenery deserves rain. It will destroy me. Destroy me to rain’
‘That is what we are meant for aren’t we, A? Clouds break to rain and become one with the land. That is how it should be. That is how you must prepare yourself. And when you fall in love with the land, you would want to be destroyed to make her happy’
‘I disagree with you. I am meant for happiness. I am meant for great things. I will travel far and wide. Love the sand, love the dunes. Atleast they will not expect me to change myself to some other form. It hardly ever rains there.’
‘That is impossible my friend. You must accept the reality and enjoy the few days that you have to live. I am going to green lands, they call me with love. You go to your dunes. And expect to never break down. Adios old friend. Will meet as rains’
‘That is quite an impossibility B, Goodbye’

 So finally A arrived to the desert. It had been long forsaken and the amount of love and gratitude received from those sand dunes made Cloud A instantly fall in love. The desert would listen to his stories and tell him hers. They found peace in difference. They loved what they got. 

The cloud told her of his plans of travelling far and wide. Of leaving all that is there and exploring places that would not change his form. Like the desert which is happy without rains, and she pretended to understand. Deep down inside the desert knew she has a lot of work to do. How did she fall for someone who would not quench her thirst? The cloud will have to fall as rain. Somehow. Anyhow. The desert knew she was selfish and knew that the cloud was not.

Thus began the journey of manipulating A. The desert spoke of her greatness and love. How she has suffered and what she dreams. She has been thirsty for years and nobody has ever cared to ask why, and now that there is a source, she must not let him go. The chains of emotions she had worked and the cloud fell. The dreams and visions of A changed. The plans of travelling far and wide seemed unwise. 

‘Who would listen to my stories if I am all alone? And would I be happy to travel alone? I may have to submit to the fury of the sun someday. Why not sacrifice for my love.’ A thought. Suddenly all his plans of never changing his form vanished. For he, was in love.

 Cloud A smiled. He knew he had to do it. Change him and be the rain. And as far as the desert was concerned, she was too much in love with the cloud to let him go and way too much in love with herself to let herself suffer any more. So the cloud fell. In love. And this time, as rain.

Does this necessarily mean the rain loved the desert still? Does it necessarily mean the desert soaked the rain not? Well kids! Do you believe in happy ending? You know what to infer. Do you find solace in sadness? You know what to infer. And as far as I am concerned, I would really like to know what happens. Really.

Unless Of Course

Do you love that song still?
The one that took my heart away?
With which you assured
That you are here to stay.

Do you promise these days?
About crimson dawns and violet nights?
To those new faces
Who get to share my rights.

Do you plan to come back?
Hold my hand again?
While I pretend to be angry
Till you wash away my pain.

I am alive,
So to say.
Soon would wrap the tall black coat
And bluntly walk away.

Unless of course...

-Abhishikta

“Obhimaan” and “Nyaka” are the two words in Bengali that I have forever wanted to translate to English. So my dear non Bong blog visitor, if there is any, this post is not really meant for you.
So, Obhimaan and Nyaka. The two most difficult words to translate. And together, when they become ‘Nyaka Obhimann’, the result can cause the world to turn upside down. Your world ofcourse! And maybe a bit of my world. Maybe the whole of it. Or maybe not. Who knows?

ভেঙ্গে মোর ঘরের চাবি নিয়ে জাবি কে আমারে ....

My Ego Boost Right Here!

Ego? Boost? Who needs?
Me! Wait. Me? What rubbish!

Besides isn't this about this cute boy with retarded smile and suber cute sad smiley?

Do I not have a frog face for like a century now?

Am I not shit talking?

And we were talking about being best?

For the right person?

For any person?

Ah!
Lucky boy!
Lucky boy with the retarded smile and super cute sad smiley.

Lucky boy with this thin girl with brown hair and fair arms.

I need sleep?
I needed to shoo away?
You think?
For your good?

Just to prove?

Ah!

Let me be the end of your rainbow...